The Journey

In several of my earlier posts, I have referred to my spiritual death and resurrection. This post, however, refers to literal, physical death. I have been so close to death many times and I am only 34 years old. I know God has a purpose for me because Satan has tried his best to snuff me out! As a young child, I was sickly. I was never really diagnosed with anything particular, but I was just not healthy. A very weak and sensitive stomach caused many sleepless nights for me and my parents. I was pale and puny I suppose you'd say. My aunt had become so disturbed at one point that she began to interecede on my behalf. She had a dream in which an angel appeared to her and told her I would be okay. From then on, I was. I am. Even in my teens, I became ill with what the doctor described as "the beginnings of a stomach ulcer." That rocked on for a while because I was in a stressful situation, much of which I brought on myself through foolish decisions and actions....

As you know by now, I have two daughters ages 2 and 3. This month, they both began taking gymnastics at our local YMCA. Tonight was their second night of class, and they are having a blast, but WOW are we all tired!!! Afterwards, we made a few stops before going home. When we arrived, I helped Carlise, the older child, out of her seat and watched as she ambled up to the front door of our apartment. The poor kid moved as if each foot weighed a ton. I called out to her to be careful and to watch her step. She did stumble a little while making her way to her assigned spot where she stood patiently while I helped her younger sister, Reese, out of the car. The younger followed exactly in the older's steps. She ambled, she stumbled, she waited. I started thinking about our walk through life. We get so very tired. Our feet feel so heavy as we become overwhelmed with the cares of this life. If we listen,though, we can hear our Father calling out to us, "Be careful. Watc...